Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.
Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.
Good swimmers at length are drowned.
When one is on horsebacke hee knowes all things.